I realize that my blog posting has been
regular sporadic at best, which isn’t something that I had ever planned on. But, as we all know, life has a way of going against even the best laid plans.
After Easter, things were fairly smooth. I was working on a couple crochet projects (sadly, my Crochet Challenge blanket has taken a major back seat), and planning for my trip to Texas to visit my dearest, most bestest, friend. I wanted to finish at least one blanket before I left (which I did…more on that in another post) and then have a weekend of relaxation with L. I left for Dallas last Thursday, ready to relax!
Friday morning, all hell broke loose. My mother called me while I was in the shower, to let me know that my father was in the hospital. He had fallen the evening before and shattered his elbow, and now had to have surgery to repair it. Both of my parents are older in age, and my father has Parkinson’s and early stages of Alzheimer’s, so any sort of disruption to his schedule hits him pretty hard.
Dad went into surgery and came out just fine. Unfortunately, he was very weak (partly due to surgery and partly due to the Parkinson’s) and the anesthesia really caused problems with his mental comprehension and memory (due to the Alzheimer’s). He was very confused and thought my mom had sent him to a nursing home and left him there, and was understandably upset. After a few days, that calmed down quite a bit, which we were all grateful for.
Mom told me to stay in Dallas and spend time with L, so I stayed until Sunday. Monday morning, I drove back home to see my father, who was still in the hospital. By the time I got there, he was doing better, but still not great. He was much more steady on his feet, which meant he could go home much more quickly than we had anticipated, but his mental comprehension still wasn’t great. He wasn’t sure who I was, and at one point thought my best friend, L, was his daughter. I can’t even begin to describe how absolutely heart breaking it is to know that my father will one day not recognize me. I try not to focus on it, as we’re not there quite yet (I’m still convinced his lack of recognition was due to the pain medicine, etc.) but it’s hard to know that it will eventually happen. I know we all grow older, but it’s still like a knife in my gut.
Last night, Dad was finally released from the hospital. For awhile, we were concerned that we’d have to put him in assisted living for a short amount of time, but we managed to arrange for in-home care for him. I am so thankful for that, because I really think he’ll do much better in his own home and his comfort environment. Plus, it makes it easier on Mom, so she won’t have to run back and forth.
Overall, it’s been insane in the past week. To top it all off, I managed to pick up some sort of sinus infection while on the flight home (or the hospital), and now have zero voice. I’m looking forward to the weekend, where I can just sleep for as long as I want, and hopefully get better! I promise that my next post will be an update on all my crochet projects, which will be a much happier post! Until then…have a happy Wednesday!